1 comments/ 30648 views/ 1 favorites Nurse Me Home By: meathead96 (AUTHORS NOTE: Please leave me feedback on this story and let me know if you would like it to continue. I'm also open to other names.) CHAPTER ONE It Happened One Day He brought his hand up to his cock and laid the wet soapy rag across the top of it. His hands lay across the rag, applying just enough pressure to keep control of the rag, without having to grip it. She watched as he moved the rag up and down across his cock, the head appearing at the corner and then disappearing into the cotton fabric. She wanted to reach out and touch it, just to feel the erection at least through the material, if she couldn't touch the taut skin of his shaft. But she knew she shouldn't. She knew she couldn't. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for mercy as he continued the stroking motions. His cock was fully erect now, and the slit at the tip was opening up, indicating that his release was near. She bent down to him, as if to say something. Their eyes met as he continued his pumping motion. The top of her scrub fell away from her body. Her breasts could be seen rising and falling as she held his gaze. The tops of her breasts rose up from the bra as the bending of her back brought them to a more prominent position. He could see the dark outlines of her areolas in her thin lace bra, and he could tell that her nipples were not erect, but hard enough to partially protrude through the fabric. His hand continued to move across the tip of his cock as he could feel the pressure mounting, but he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible. He knew that a couple of more solid strokes would bring him over the edge. It had been so long since he had seen more than a quick glimpse of any female flesh. Just the sight of her leaning closer to him, her warm breath on his belly, and his hand grasping his manhood tighter brought the buildup to a climax, and a milky white liquid soon gushed forth from his shaft as he stroked it. She could hear the release in his groan and she looked down toward his lower body. She watched as his semen shot up onto his stomach, narrowly missing her chin. She had to resist the urge to taste, to lick the fluids that were now flattening out on his belly. The streams of fluids that erupted were now getting shorter and shorter as the pumping motion of his hand slowed to a mere crawl. His eyes stayed on her, as he watched her while she observed his climax. He wanted to take his free hand and guide her face to his cock to lick him clean, but instead he brought the cloth up to the tip of his cock and began to wipe away what he had just brought forth. She started to stand back upright, but as she did, some of the strands of her hair brushed against his lower abdomen, and a sharp intake of air could be heard coming from him, as the tickling feeling caused him to quickly take a breath. Ayesha looked down at Mr. Henry, her eyes telling him that it was okay. She understood his predicament. Neither of them noticed the face that turned away from the door and headed down the hall. ****** Brad sat down at the table with the other department heads. It was Monday morning, time for the usual rendezvous with the administrator. Updates and gripes were usually the business of the day. Brad couldn't keep his mind off of his other usual Monday morning rendezvous, either. Courtney looked at Brad and noticed that he was not paying close attention to the meeting. She could tell that he was lost in thought. If the administrator noticed, nothing was said, and she hoped Brad would come back from wherever he was to the meeting at hand. The medium tan of his face, along with the narrow set jaw line seemed to unnerve some people, but just a look from him towards her direction could make her pussy twitch. The athleticism and virility that he exuded made her want to jump his bones, or at least one of them, on a regular basis when they were together. She hoped that they could have another 'meeting' soon. The administrator dismissed the meeting, and Brad approached Courtney at the end of the table. "Hey there, I need to meet with you," the admissions director told her as they drew near to each other. "What's up?" Courtney responded. Other department heads were still milling about in the room, and Brad did not want to raise any eyebrows. "We have an incoming patient with a feeding tube. You are aware that only RN's can flush one and I have a question about the RN that is scheduled for that wing this morning." "Well, as your staffing coordinator, I guess I should be able to tell you what you need to know. How about meeting me in my office in a few minutes then?" "Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes," Brad responded, as they both left the meeting room. Brad stopped by the front desk and left word that when the new patient arrived, he was to be paged, as he would be on the floor and out of his office. Courtney had walked straight to her office. There was a shelving unit behind her office door, and she stood between the door and the unit and waited until Brad entered. He felt the hands upon him before he saw her, as the door moved quickly to close, but silently clicked as it shut. The fingers were reaching up to trace the outline of his collar as they sought out the underside of his chin and his Adam's apple. Brad spun around and grabbed Courtney by the waist. He leaned his head down to hers, and brushed his lips across hers before bringing them to rest fully upon her face. His kisses on each cheek caused her to reach out with her tongue and seek his mouth. She hungered for that mouth every time she saw him smile. The upturned corner of the right side of his mouth when he laughed displayed the pearly whites that he had been gifted with. Her tongue rubbed across his teeth, asking permission to enter the warm domain. He opened his mouth and warmly invited her to enter. Their tongues danced together in an intertwining as they sought to explore every inch and curvature of the raw scratchy flesh. His hands found their way upwards to her breasts. The material was firm around each, but just the sensation of his touch on her body made her quiver in anticipation. She lowered her hand to his waistband and sought out his zipper. She pulled downward on the metal tab, and reached through his boxers to the hardening prize at hand. She broke away from his mouth, and bent on her knees, lowering her mouth to his manhood. The now semi-erect shaft entered across her tongue where his tongue had been just moments before. She held the shaft to the side of her face so that she could lick and tease, ensuring that he would harden quickly. Her right hand grasped the base of his cock and squeezed as he came to a rock hard fullness. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started a bobbing motion as her right hand continued to squeeze the base. As more and more of his shaft disappeared between her lips, she brought her hand up his length until the two met. Then both parted in opposite directions until reversing and meeting once again. Brad groaned in pleasure, and secretly wished that he could lay down somewhere and be able to relax while taking in the full pleasures that she was giving. Her head descended a small bit as his knees almost started to buckle because of her actions. She smiled to herself, knowing that she could always perform Fellacio on a man in a very satisfactory manner. She was all about satisfaction being guaranteed, both on and off the job. The swelling of his cock that caused her lips to further part told her that his release was imminent, and she increased the speed of her movements as his breathing became labored. The salty taste now dripping into her mouth warned of the impending release. A few moments later, a blast hit the back of her throat causing her to gag for a moment before she started to swallow the fluids, which were causing her cheeks to swell from the buildup in her mouth. Brad pushed his cock back and forth across her lips as he started cumming, as though he were fucking her vaginal lips in madness from the ecstasy that was coursing through his veins. The beginning softness of his cock was furthered by a voice over the intercom. "Brad, please report to the front office. Brad to the front office." "Damn, that was close. Otherwise they would have had to wait," Brad commented as he tucked his now flaccid penis back into his pants. "Yeah, just like a lot of the patients around here. They have to wait also," Courtney responded. "What's that supposed to mean?" Brad asked, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Nothing honey, I'll tell you more about it later," Courtney answered, giving him a kiss, sharing the taste of his semen that still remained on her lips. CHAPTER TWO A Bird In The Hand Is Worth Two In Her Bush Courtney had a date with Tom that same night. He picked her up at her condo, and they went to a local restaurant for dinner. After being seated and placing their orders, Tom was the first to speak. "While we're waiting on our order, I just wanted to tell you what I saw this morning when I came in early before the meeting." "What did you see Tom?" Courtney asked. "Do you remember a patient that we've had for some time now? His name is Henry, and he is on the rehab floor, recovering after a motorcycle accident." "Yes, sweetest young man that I've met in some time. Always very polite when I pass him on his way to therapy." "Well, this morning I heard a noise as I passed his room, and the door was cracked. Just to make sure he was okay, I started to stick my head in the room and check on him, when I saw Ayesha bent over his bed. The wash tub that CNA's use with patients was sitting near the edge of the bed, and Henry had a wet washcloth in his hand." "So?" Courtney asked quizzically. Tom leaned in closer to where she was sitting. "He was stroking his self and his eyes were glued to Ayesha's chest, which from the way she was angled, I'm sure that her assets were highlighted." "Oh no, we can't have that!" Courtney exclaimed. "No, she was still clothed. I saw her when she stood upright, and her clothing was as it should have been," Tom added. "So what do we do?" Courtney asked. "I don't think we need to do anything right now. Henry definitely wasn't complaining, and I don't know that we have a legitimate complaint either. It's a gray area." The waiter arrived with the food, and the conversation turned to other thoughts on their minds. Courtney shelved what Tom had told her for later reference. Tonight she was going to enjoy her evening with Tom. Her earlier time with Brad had left her fire unquenched, and she focused her mind on the task at hand. "So tell me, when you saw Ayesha's breasts hanging over Henry's chest, did it do anything for you?" Courtney questioned. Tom shifted uneasily in his chair. "Well, you know how endowed she is. And I have to admit, I am kind of a T & A man, especially the T's." Courtney's knee moved closer to Tom's leg. She slipped her slipper off and brought her foot up to the top of Tom's shoe. She felt her hose almost catch on the laces as she rubbed it further up his foot and over his ankle. Tom wasn't expecting the sudden sensation of her foot, and he coughed slightly as her foot started its descent up his leg. Once her foot was about halfway up his leg, she let it slide off and her leg slid across the top of his leg. His sharp intake of air told her that she was on the right track. Tom looked at her with a slight grin on his face, and placed his hand on her leg and let it fall to the inside of her calve. His fingers traced the curvature of her leg as he palm crossed her knee as his hand moved closer to her private area. Courtney looked over at Tom and the "ahhhh" that escaped her lips encouraged him to continue his journey. The moistness that she felt that was starting to build inside of her urged her to return the feelings. Tom slid closer to Courtney on the L-shaped seat and her hand continued to rise up to his groin. The risen edge over the zipper of his trousers became more elevated as she rubbed her hand up and down the length of the flap. Courtney noticed a slight aroma that arose when she opened her legs for Toms exploring fingers. Her dress rose up as the side of his hand pushed upward toward her panties. The tablecloth that draped heavily over the table covered the action that was now in full swing underneath. "Your check sir," the waiter said as he handed Tom the ticket. His look assured the couple that although he was aware of what was transpiring, their secret was safe with him. Tom and Courtney sat back upright and Tom retrieved his wallet from his pants pocket and paid the bill, including a handsome tip for the waiter. Once outside the restaurant, the couple hurried to the car, and then to her condominium. As Tom pulled the car into the parking lot, Courtney caught sight of Brad standing near the pool area that she would pass as she walked to her front door. "Tom, I really enjoyed dinner tonight, but I need to take a rain check for the evening. I think something didn't settle on my stomach, and I don't want someone in my home during that time, if you know what I mean." "I don't mind staying with you and making sure you're okay," Tom replied, a hint of dejection in his voice. "No, I'll be okay I think. If not, I'll call you and you can come over then." Tom dropped Courtney off after a quick kiss and she hurried away from the car before Brad realized whom she had come home with. "I thought you would be home alone on a Monday night," Brad said, as he watched her approach the gate by the pool area. "Well, next time you'll know you need to call," Courtney quipped in return. "Yeah, especially so you'll know not to be seen with Tom by me," Brad snapped in retort. "Ohhhhhh, someone is jealous," Courtney returned as she turned her head to the side with a smile that tried to hide her nervousness. "We simply had supper and talked about things that happened at work today." "You didn't have to go to supper to accomplish that," Brad said, a hint of puzzlement showing up in his tone. "Well, I enjoyed a meal out for once. You never take me anywhere when we're alone." "Do I need to remind you that we can't be seen? Nancy would have a field day if she ever caught wind of us." "Did you have to mention her name?" Courtney asked. "Well, at the moment, YES!" Brad stepped closer to Courtney once the door closed and they were inside the privacy of her living room. The molding of their bodies for the next hour silenced any further talk about Nancy or Tom. CHAPTER THREE Let The Party Begin "Hey Courtney, why don't you join us for drinks tonight?" Pamela asked. "Who is the us that you're talking about?" Courtney asked. "Just the social workers from some of the facilities in the area. We get together and swap stories. Not everyone always shows up every week, but we have a good crowd and a good time." "I don't have anything better to do, so sure, I'll join ya," Courtney replied. "Great, meet me at the new one at Ninth and Vine," Pamela said as she turned and went down the hall. Courtney had befriended Pamela when she started work at their facility as a social worker. It had been six months now that they worked together, and this would be their first time to meet after work. *** "Welcome to Hot Scotch. How many are in your party?" the young girl asked Courtney as she felt the door shut behind her. "I'm with a group. Some of them may already be here," Courtney answered. "Hey Courtney, over here," Pamela hollered out from the elevated platform just ahead. "There's my crowd now, thank you," Courtney said as she started for the table. There was a group of about eight people gathered around a large round table. The dance floor was just beyond the table, and a band was playing a slow tune, with a few couples intertwined on the floor. "I'm glad you could make it. We're just talking about some of the crazy shit that has been happening this week." "Yeah, like the time that I was told to go to one of our male patients room for a complaint," one of the girls said. "I knocked and went inside the room. There was the patient with his underwear around his knees and his gown around his shoulders, steadily stroking his self." Several girls laughed aloud at the thought of Betty being flashed by a patient. She was the uptight one of the bunch, so for her to tell this story caught the interest of everyone. "Well, I was caught off guard for a moment, then I realized that I needed to solve the problem and leave the room so that he could finish what was at hand." Giggles could be heard from most of the group at the last comment. "So I asked him if he had a complaint that he wanted to file. He said that he did, and when I asked what it was, he looked down to his thingy in his hand and smiled." "Oh no he didn't," Pamela said as she poked Betty for more information. "I asked him to be specific, and he told me that he needed someone to take care of his problem. I told him that it wasn't a matter for the facility to handle. He said that he was used to having a woman, and he could not take care of his problem by himself." "So what did you do?" Courtney asked as she leaned in to hear the answer. "Well, there was nothing that I could do. I don't have a call girl service available to me, and I certainly was not going to take matters into hand either," Betty replied. The group burst into laughter, not only at the comment, but at the thought of Betty having anything to do sexually with anyone. "I have an idea," Pamela said as everyone turned to listen. "We need to start a new position at our jobs. We'll call them PNA's, or Prostitution Nursing Assistants." Hoots and hollers could be heard around the club as everyone clapped their hands in approval. "Well, I think we have some CNA's that could probably do the job with the way that they look," one of the other girls chimed in. Eyebrows turned on some of the faces as the thought sank in. Talk turned once again to the happenings at work and then at home in their personal lives, before they left the bar later that night. CHAPTER FOUR Ride Sally, Ride! Elena found herself once again seated on one of the exercise bikes in the corner of the room. A TV sat in front of the row of equipment was tuned to a local channel, and a talk show host was busy talking to several of her guests. The volume had been turned down to a softer level, and the whirring sound of the bike drowned out any possible way to hear what was being said. Elena increased the pace of her pedaling and in a matter of minutes, she was at the speed that her therapist wanted her to maintain. Everyone else was gone for the day, so her therapist was the only one in the room, and he was facing the opposite wall as he sat at his desk and typed on the computer. Allen was very handsome, with striking features. His hands were firm but gentle as he held them on her waist when he guided her up onto the equipment. She was positive that he worked out regularly at a gym, or used the facility equipment after hours to keep his physique. She watched him momentarily and tried to imagine what he would look like without the navy blue pullover and the khaki pants. It had been awhile since she had been with someone. Her partner died in the crash, and she was now on her third and hopefully final month of rehab. The vibrations from the bike coursed through the vinyl that covered the narrow seat that she was perched upon. The sensations it left in her crotch only served to increase her desires as her speed kept a steady pace. Then Allen stood up and turned to where she was sitting. His eyes locked onto hers as he looked at her as though asking for permission. He raised one of his hands above his head and brought the other one to the bottom of his shirt as he started to lift the material over his arm. Nurse Me Home His exposed chest confirmed her suspicions as the rippling of his muscles came into view. He kept his eyes glued to her body as he removed the other arm from the sleeve and raised the shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. The semi-bulge that protruded from the front of his pants hid from no one since the shirt that had covered it was removed. Elena longed to reach out to fondle the shaft that reached upward towards his waist, freeing it from its prison that barely was able to contain it now. Allen's hand lowered down his chest as he guided his fingers toward the belt buckle, loosening it and letting the flaps fall to either side of his pants. His eyes lowered to the seat where she was perched, and she wondered if he could see the dampness that she could feel beneath herself as she continued to watch, mesmerized by the sight in front of her. She felt the tingling in her vagina and wished that she could remove one of her hands and stroke her clit. But the handlebars of the bike that she was on moved back and forth alternately, and she knew if she turned loose of one hand, she would never be able to keep her balance with the other. Allen unfastened the snap on his pants, and they casually fell to the floor as he brought his hand to his manhood. He slowly stroked his cock through the material, as he watched Elena start to rock back and forth, trying to create some friction on her vagina. The vibrations were helping to keep her moist, but she could stand it no longer, and she began to rock as hard and as long as she could across the seat, rubbing her lips across the smooth material. Periodically she was able to cause her clit to be massaged by the stiffer material of the pants portion of her outfit. Allen noticed the increased movement of her pelvis grinding into the seat, and he pulled his underwear down enough so that he would be able to wrap his hands around his cock. His pumping motions increased to match the speed of her rocking motions, and his head tilted back as the feelings enveloped him. Watching as he guided himself to an orgasm, Elena slowed her speed of pedaling down until it was at a speed that she could keep her balance. She removed her hand and guided it to her waiting pussy, inserting her finger for a moment for lubrication, then guiding it quickly to her clit. The erogenous happenings brought her to a climax in a swift manner, causing her hips to buck and rock furiously. A stream of cum shot from Allen's cock towards the corner of the room where she was sitting. Elena had never seen a man who could squirt so hard and so long, and she kept her eyes glued to his manhood as the streams of fluid kept bursting forth. She wished that it was her cunt that the fluid was splashing upon, and not the floor beneath him. She could feel her orgasm subsiding and she quickly noticed the aroma that emanated from between her legs. The smell of sex. 'Ah, what a delicious scent,' she thought to herself. "Okay Elena, your thirty minutes are up," Allen said as he spun around in his chair toward the corner of the room where she was sitting. "What? Oh, yeah, right. Thank you," Elena replied as she brought the bike to a halt. She noticed the slipperiness of the seat as she slid down from the bike. The quivering in her pussy made her wonder what had just happened. Allen crossed the room to make sure that she was able to get back upright and standing once again with the walker before her. His nose crinkled slightly as he caught a whiff of the smell that came from the bike. 'Great, more equipment to clean again,' he thought to himself as he helped her to be headed toward the exit door of the therapy room. It was the third time this month that a woman had left her scent on that bike. He wondered if he needed to change out the equipment, but with his girlfriend waiting on him, he quickly sanitized the seat and headed for home. CHAPTER FIVE The Setup "Maggie, I need you in my office when you finish what you're doing," Brad told the young RN as she put down the chart that she was writing on. "Yes sir, what's up?" Maggie asked. "Let's talk about it in my office," Brad replied as they walked down the hall. Brad shut his office door after Maggie had entered, and he motioned for her to take a seat. "Maggie, something has come to my attention that I need to address. Someone that I won't name came to me this week and told me that they had attended college with you." "I have no idea who that would be sir. I went to school with a lot of people," Maggie said, as she looked Brad in his eyes. "It doesn't matter who it was. What matters is that they told me some disturbing news." "Like what sir?" Maggie's tone started to quiver a little from the nervousness that was building. "Like the time that you almost got busted for prostitution, but you and a couple others sneaked out the back door before the cops could round everyone else up." "I don't know what to say sir." Maggie's voice was almost at a whisper from embarrassment. "Tell me that the person was lying, and it simply isn't true," Brad responded. "I can't sir. It was a one-time mistake, and I have beat myself up over it many times since. I needed some money to pay for college, and I thought it would be a quick way to make some." "Okay, tell me what happened then before I make any final decisions." "Well sir, I was having trouble at my part time job. They were cutting back hours, and I only had a partial scholarship. Tuition was due in two weeks, and I still needed several hundred dollars to cover the full amount." "Okay, go on." "Well, a friend of mine knew of a place where men could go, and for a price, they could leave in a much happier mood than they came." "So basically, you were at a whore house?" "No, not really. It was a 'psychic card reader' business that a woman had set up, and the action upstairs was just added income for her." "Alright, tell me more." "Well, when I arrived, there were several men milling about. I got some catcalls as I walked across the room, and one of the men quickly walked up to me. He grabbed me by the arm and turned to the lady and said, "I want this one. She doesn't look worn out." "The lady told him to turn me loose, then she gave me a key to a room, and we went upstairs to a room where we had sex." "Protected I hope." "Well, no sir. I like the feel of real skin inside of me, not some fake skin." "Have you been tested since?" Brad asked. "Yes sir, and it came back negative." "Good. So how did you manage to escape from the roundup?" "We had just finished and he had paid me. I heard a commotion downstairs and realized that it was a raid. I went over to the window and looked outside, and didn't see anyone, so I jumped and landed into a large trash container, the kind that they load up on the back of a truck when it is full." "Did you get hurt?" "No sir, thank goodness there was a good bit of trash in the bottom. But as I started to stand up and try to get out, I heard voices come around back of the house, so I laid down and covered myself with some of the bags. Once the noise quit, I opened the sliding metal door on the side and climbed out and ran home." "So how did the others get out?" "One of them was from a prominent family, and they got themselves and their buddies released before they were booked. It was a small college town, and 'old money' can get you a long ways from where you want to be." "Alright then. Is there anything else that I need to know about concerning your past?" "No sir that is it. It was a dumb mistake, and I never did it again." "Okay, you're dismissed while I try to figure out what this means for your continued employment here." Maggie got up and quickly left the office and Brad got on the phone and called Courtney. "Hey hon, I need to see you about one of your nurses." "Yeah, right, you just need some nursing. I know you too well Brad," Courtney snipped. "No, I'm serious this time. We have a dilemma and I need your input on how to handle this." "Okay, give me a minute and I'll be right there." Courtney hung up the phone, wondering what could have happened now. Her staff was always up to something, and she had an idea just who was behind this one. "Okay Brad," Courtney said as she shut the door behind her. "What is going on?" "I just had a talk with Maggie. It seems that she almost got busted for prostitution when she was in college. She explained everything to me, and I believe her side of the story, but if anyone should ever find out, and then find out that we knew about her past, we're in some deep shit!" "Alright, give me her version then," Courtney said as she seated herself in the chair that was directly across from his desk. Brad told Courtney what Maggie had said. They both agreed that a possible problem could be lurking, but Maggie was such an exceptional RN, they decided to take their chances, as she would be hard to replace. Later that evening, Courtney and Pamela found themselves at the bar once again. Ever since the first night that she had gone, Courtney really enjoyed having some time with other females, as the men in her life were starting to get on her nerves. The two of them were the first ones there in their group, and Pamela broke the silence after the drinks were delivered. "Remember my joke about the PNA's the other week?" "Yes I do. It was really rather funny," Courtney replied. "Well, I meant it as a joke, but it has been in my head ever since. I really feel sorry for some of the patients in our facility. They are there for a long time due to some impairment, and some of them have no one to visit or spend time with." "I know what you mean. I've heard of some incidences that have happened that pushed the line, but thankfully no boundaries were ever crossed." "I know that our staff isn't supposed to be sexual with any of our patients in any way. But I also know that some of our staff, especially the CNA's who don't make a lot of money, could use some extra cash from time to time." "What are you saying Pamela?" Courtney asked with an upraised eyebrow. "Well, what if we mention it to the others when they get here about starting our own private PNA's? There are ways to skirt around the law. Like using the staff at a different facility, so that they would not be breaking any rules of employment." "I can't imagine that the staff would go for it though," Courtney replied, shaking her head as she did so. "Well, I figure that when the staff approach you for overtime, you could mention to the ones that you thought would be interested that you know a way to make some money under the table." Pamela continued, "I can keep my eyes and ears open for clients at the facility that need some extra TLC, and have the money to acquire it. The other social workers could do the same, and I could keep your nursing staff busy and happy." "Wow that is a lot to think about. I want some time to consider this. Are you going to mention this to the girls tonight?" Courtney asked. "I thought that I would get with you first before I said anything to anyone else. I already have our first client in mind if you agree to this." "Okay, give me a few days to think on this. It sounds profitable for everyone involved. Oh, we are going to have to charge our finders fees." "Well, of course. I'm not risking my job for nothing!" Pamela exclaimed. Just then several of the social workers walked up to the table and sat down. They all began chatting away, and neither Courtney nor Pamela mentioned their conversation for the rest of the night. "Courtney, may I speak with you for a moment?" Maggie asked as she knocked on her open door. "Certainly Maggie, come in and have a seat." Maggie sat down in the chair that was across the small office from where Courtney was currently sitting. "I was wondering. I know that you do not schedule a lot of overtime, and I understand the reason. But I'm having a hard time financially right now, and I could use any overtime that you have." "Well Maggie, right now I don't have any that I can give you. But I may be able to help you with your money situation." "Really? That's great!" Maggie exclaimed as she perched on the edge of her seat, wanting to hear more. "Well, Brad shared with me about the discussion that the both of you had." "Oh no. Like I told him, it was stupid of me, and I won't do anything to ever cause you or this facility any embarrassment." "Well, the option for making money is a little risky for both parties." Courtney proceeded to tell Maggie about the conversation that she had with Pamela the previous weekend. Maggie nodded her head mostly, and Courtney couldn't be sure if she was open to the idea or not. "So what do you think? Are you interested?" Courtney asked. "Well, I guess if I did it one time, I could do it again. Only this time I don't think I would have to worry about the cops." "Yep, no worries there. I'll keep anyone from walking in on you. There are plenty of private spaces available around this building." "Okay, I'm in. Let me know when you have your first assignment for me." Maggie stood up and walked toward the door. Courtney turned toward her desk and starting writing on papers, leaving Maggie to close the door on her way out. Courtney answered the phone and recognized Pamela's voice immediately. "Just the girl I was gonna call. I think I have our first willing staff member." "Great, because I have our first willing patient." "That's great!" Courtney exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down to a minimum. "Well, there is one snag though," Pamela interjected. "What? Oh no, not what I think it is?" Courtney said in a slightly sadder tone of voice. "I don't know what you're thinking, but our first patient is in-house." "Are you nuts? I thought we agreed to do it outside of the facility?" Courtney asked, her voice rising despite her best efforts to stay calm. "I know, I know. I know what we agreed on, but this is a special case and I don't see anything going wrong." Pamela filled Courtney in on the patient, and the details. The patient is a rehab patient that has his upper torso including his hands and arms in a cast. He is in his 30's, and despite his injuries, he is in otherwise good health. He has no family (was never married, orphan, parents died when he was young, no siblings) and never has any visitors. "So it's perfect, there will be no one to complain, as long as your person does a good job." "Oh, I'm sure she will do a good job." Courtney told Pamela about Maggie and her background. They both agreed that she would be the perfect candidate for their first client. After Courtney hung up the phone, she called Maggie back into her office. "Maggie, I have your first job. This is a little bit tricky, because it will be in-house. Are you still okay with the idea?" "Yes yes, very much so," Maggie said excitedly. Courtney filled her in on the patient and what was expected from her. Maggie agreed that she would be sure to totally satisfy their client. The meeting was scheduled for after hours the following day. CHAPTER SIX Easy Cum, Easy Go The young man looked up at the girl in scrubs as she entered the room. He had seen her sometimes while he was in the hallway. She had a very sexy body that tried unsuccessfully to hide under the work uniform. However, this time there was a different look about her. Then it dawned on him. She was the one that he had purchased the time with. Her eyes met his and held his gaze as she crossed the room to where he was lying on the bed. "I've come to take you to a special place for the evening," Maggie said as she bent down to lift him upright to a sitting position. Because of his arms being in casts, he was unable to help her as she assisted him into the wheelchair that stayed by his bedside. He started to speak, but Maggie put her finger to her lips to silence him. "Nothing needs to be said Daryl. I will take care of everything." Maggie pulled a blanket from the closet and laid it across his lap as she wheeled him from the room. She knew the coolness of the hallway would be uncomfortable for him, and she did not want any discomfort at any time for him. Soon she wheeled him into a room and turned on the light. Daryl recognized it as a janitorial closet, just like the one that he had used at a part time job in high school. "Don't worry about a thing. First shift has gone home for the day, and the second shift person just left the building to go eat some supper. Speaking of eating..." Maggie locked both of the rear wheels to keep the chair from moving, and then she reached down and unsnapped the pajama bottoms that he had on. Daryl lifted his hips as she grasped the waistband of his pj's and underwear and pulled them both down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, and was already semi-hard just from the thought of what was to transpire. Maggie grasped the shaft with both hands and started to stroke him. Moan after moan escaped his lips as he watched her fingers working their magic. The skin was dry at first, so Maggie would occasionally spit on his cock so that the friction would not be uncomfortable. Both the length and the width of his shaft grew as the sensations continued to invade his body. He wanted to reach out and guide her head toward his cock, but he was unable to move, and didn't want to speak for fear of being heard outside of the door. Maggie sensed his desire to feel her lips wrapped around his cock, so she bent her head down and brought the tip to the edge of her lips, while continuing the stroking motion of one of her hands. She used the other one to balance herself as needed, and stroke his legs and thighs when possible. Daryl was starting to try to raise his hips to force more of his cock into her mouth, and she soon obliged and took him fully into her warm moist depth. She moved her tongue back and forth under the length of his shaft, and she could sense him starting to get closer to the edge. Maggie stood up, reached down to his buttocks, and pulled him forward as much as she could in the chair. His cock pointed due north and she knew that he was primed and ready. She turned around and bent over at her waist, lifting her ass high in the air toward his face so that he could see what was about to surround his manhood. The action had started to turn her on and a moistening could be seen around the edges of her vagina, and the puffing of her lips assured him that she wanted this as much as he did. After she stepped out of her pants and underwear, she moved backward until she could lower her pussy to his waiting cock. She held onto the armrest with one hand, and reached between her legs and guided his shaft as she sank her vagina onto his stiff rod. Daryl immediately started to buck at a more frantic pace, but she put her free hand on his leg and applied some pressure to tell him to take it slow and enjoy. There was no need to rush in the action, and he had paid handsomely for her time that evening. Maggie started to lift her self up to the point where she felt the head begin to slip out, then she lowered herself back onto his shaft, sinking onto it fully until her pussy was filled. His width was bigger than most of the men she had dated, and the stretching of her cunt felt good to her, causing a tingling in her nipples. She reached her free hand up to her breasts and massaged them through the scrub and bra, wishing that she could rub them unimpeded, but she knew that she couldn't and shouldn't push her luck too far. Daryl was starting to groan and moan and she could feel his manhood getting bigger and bigger. She knew the moment was near, and when he grunted loudly, she felt lots of fluids rushing up inside of her, spilling back onto his lap from the overflow. Nurse Me Home Maggie continued her bouncing on his rod until she could no longer hear him making any noise. She turned around and gasped as she started to understand what had happened. She was positive that he had climaxed, as she felt the swelling of his shaft, and then a softening. But there he was in the chair, slumped back with his eyes starting to roll back in his head. Maggie immediately recognized the signs of cardiac arrest and she quickly pulled her apparel back on and pulled his pj's and underwear back to his waist. Opening the door, she didn't see anyone around so she quickly wheeled him out of the closet and down toward the nursing station, the whole time shouting, "Code Blue. Code Blue." Other nurses quickly ran toward the direction of the commotion and they quickly wheeled Daryl into his room and laid him down on the bed. Someone brought a crash cart into his room and each member of the nursing staff started their assigned CPR duties to try and revive him. Everyone worked on him for 30 minutes until the doctor could arrive and pronounce him dead. One of the workers pulled the sheet over his head, while the rest of the staff filed out of the room. It seemed that no one noticed Maggie's uniform being disheveled, and no one paid any attention to the fluids that were surrounding his crotch area, as that was common when someone passed away. Question was, what caused his death? And why was he out of his room when it happened? PT and OT were finished for the day, and it was after dinner time. Maggie tried to explain. "I had spoke with Daryl earlier that day, and he said that he loved going outside to sit, but no one ever came to take him. I had promised him that I would come back after work and wheel him outside for awhile. We were just coming back inside when everything happened." Tom received the call about the sudden death and decided to have the body sent to the morgue for a complete autopsy. Lawsuits were common in the healthcare business, and he didn't want to take the risk that a family member that no one knew about would surface and wreak havoc on their facility and good name. The next day the facility was abuzz with the news of what had transpired the night before. Courtney, Tom, Pamela and Brad met in Tom's office to discuss the previous night's events. "Alright, will someone please fill me in on what happened here? We had a perfectly healthy patient die on us last night and I want to know why." Courtney was the first one to speak up. "We're not sure. I have ordered an autopsy to try to find out," Tom replied. "Well I knew nothing about the incident until I received a phone call late last night," Brad said. "The biggest thing is what to do with the body and his personal belongings once the autopsy is completed," Pamela interjected. "Well, let's wait for the results and then we'll deal with the findings. For now, everybody back to work." Everyone but Tom left his office and Courtney smiled nervously as she looked back at his desk where he was seated as she closed the door. CHAPTER SEVEN It Wasn't Shit That Hit The Fan Everyone was solemn as they filed into the conference room. There were several people from the corporate office in attendance. In addition to corporate, there was Tom, Brad, Courtney, Pamela and Maggie. A stack of papers was in front of each chair, and as they took their seats, some started sifting through the stack. "Good morning everyone. My name is Charles, and I am the lead investigator for the company. It is my duty to look into suspicious deaths such as the one that occurred here a few weeks ago. In front of you I have copies of the reports that I will refer to while we are in this meeting. Each one is listed with an alphabet to keep them in the order that we will review." "Before I start, does anyone have any questions about the process?" Charles looked around, and seeing everyone shake their head, he began the meeting." "Mr. Brown was a 33 year old male who was a patient at this facility. At 8:05pm, exactly 2 weeks ago today, a code blue was called and CPR and life saving measures were initiated. At 8:43pm he was pronounced dead by the Attending Physician." "Are we in agreement so far?" Everyone nodded so Charles continued. "Your administrator did the right thing and called for an autopsy. DHEC would have requested one anyway, and this shows them that we are on top of things. You have a copy of the report in front of you, where it states that a brain aneurysm was the cause of death. I have no problem with that. They can manifest themselves with no warning sometimes, and it appears that in this case, this is exactly what happened." Charles took a short pause before continuing. "The thing that caught my eye in this report is the fact that the patient was in an upper body cast, which had his arms and hands immobilized. He had recently been on the veranda with one of our staff, Maggie, who is here with us today." Several people glanced over at Maggie, and most of them noticed the tear that was welling up in the corner of her eye. "The report notes that on the patients' right leg, semen was found in a concentrated area, just below his groin. Which leads me to two questions." "Number one, why was semen on the patients leg? Did the nurse fail to notice it, or what should have been an aroma when she retrieved the patient from his room." "If there was nothing to notice, then why did it occur while the patient was in her care? His pants would have been on him, and the fluids would have been more concentrated toward the upper end of his groin, if he had ejaculated while in her care. This is my second question." "So I started to examine everything that was recorded that day. Charts, notes and I found something interesting. Janitorial services had to have a fan sanitized because of a foreign substance that was on the grill of one of their floor fans. The stain covered an area that would be appropriate for a smaller hand. Now I was not able to get a sample before the appliance was cleaned, so I cannot say for sure. But when I traced the steps that were reportedly taken and their location, the trauma started just below the closet where the substance was found." "I can explain everything sir!" Maggie jumped up from her seat. Courtney gave her a 'shut the fuck up' look, trying to get her to keep quiet. Unfortunately it was too late. "Okay young lady, I want to hear it," Charles said as he turned to face where she was now standing. Maggie told what had happened, the faces turned from shock to anguish as the details were given, and names were told. Charles listened intently until she had finished and told her to be seated once again. "Well, is this true?" Charles asked the others who were seated in the room. Everyone could only look at him, guilt was written on each and every face. "Well, I had surmised that something of the sort had taken place from everything that I read and from the interviews that I had with other members of your staff." "That is why I brought with me copies of your files, of which you are being given the opportunity to resign, or if you have enough time in with the company, you may take an early retirement." "Tom, you are the only one who is eligible for early retirement in this room. The others need to either sign a letter of resignation that I have already had prepared beforehand, or your employment will be terminated before you leave this room." Tom stood up and asked to say one last thing. Charles gave permission to proceed. Tom: "No matter whether anyone thinks what we did was wrong or right, I can truthfully say in many respects that this was one facility where the staff actually gave a fuck about their patients." Tom took his retirement and the rest resigned as requested.